Moe Island, although it is located in the heart of the British Isles, and can even be said to be the center of the British Isles, it is not in the hands of the Britons. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The reason is the Vikings.

Ever since the Vikings invaded Great Britain, the Vikings have been able to take the place from Great Britain with their excellent seafaring skills and fearless courage, as well as the South Island, York, and even Dublin, the future capital of Ireland.

Now, however, Moe Island is no longer even under Viking rule.

Originally, it was already quite difficult to manage a small island a few hundred nautical miles from the mainland, not to mention a great defeat of the Vikings ten years ago - now twelve years ago, the Viking elite led by King Harald was wiped out, and the Vikings even became a problem to survive, where could they still have the energy to take care of a remote island, so Moe Island can almost be said to be ******** - except that it is still nominally a Norwegian territory, it has almost nothing to do with Norway!

What's more, even when it was governed by the Vikings, Moe Island also had its own council, and the affairs of the island were managed by the elders of each town or village, and the Vikings only collected taxes and did nothing else when they came. Now compared with before, the tax is not paid, and the nominal is corrected, so why not?

Of course, that's just what the people on Moe Island think. Soon they will learn how painful it is to lose their umbrella.

"Soldiers! Wealth, honor, beauty! Everything you long for is in that city! Let's go rob these infidels! All glory belongs to the Lord! ”

At that time, the Earl of Kildel, who had been caught by lot, had mounted his horse, and in front of his soldiers, he shouted loudly, and in fact he doubted whether the Count of Don Jr. had cheated - he was the first to attack the city, the second to attack the city was Count Osoruny, and the third to attack the city was the Count of Don the Younger.

But in the name of God, Count Don really didn't cheat, it was really just a matter of luck, because cheating was a waste of time for him.

"Whew-"

Hear such an exciting proclamation from the Earl of Kildel, Rich! Beauty! Half of what men are looking for is already in sight, what are you waiting for?! Immediately, the soldiers let out a wolf-like and dog-like howl, a cry that every normal person should be afraid of, and there was only the purest desire, the purest malice, which even the most greedy devil in hell could not utter.

"Attack! Celebrate three days after the city is broken! Rush into the city and have fun! ”

Seeing that the morale of the soldiers was high, the Earl of Kildel hurriedly added another handful of oil, which immediately detonated the atmosphere of the whole war, and the soldiers in the front row ran fast with the shoddy ladders made in a makeshift hurry, and the soldiers in the back were not inferior, and some of them even threw down their shields excitedly, and dared to charge into the rain of arrows with only their flesh and blood.

"Knock down the ladder! Quick, knock all the ladders down! ”

Douglas's commander, an elder who had been in battle as a young man, immediately panicked when he saw the enemy so fierce and fearless to death—but only for a moment, he immediately calmed down, and then gave orders so loudly.

"Archers, get on the rocket! The soldiers took grease, poured it on the ladder, and burned it all! ”

In this way, when the archers heard the command, they immediately drew the arrows from behind them, which had already been greased, and flicked them on the braziers beside them, and the rockets were made. The soldiers were similar, they picked up the boiling oil that they had prepared long ago, and fell to the enemy under the city walls, and the soldiers of the Earl of Kildel had just felt the pain of the hot grease, and the scorching and passionate fire had already entangled them like a soul!

"No!"

The Earl of Kildel closed his eyes in agony, unable to bear to see his soldiers' desperate expressions when he saw that the enemy was so willing to spend money, and that the expensive grease was pouring down one after another as if he didn't need money, and constantly creating a huge sea of fire that devoured the lives of his soldiers.

So, the siege on the first day ended hastily, except for consuming a wave of bows and arrows and boiling oil on the other side, and sure enough, you shouldn't have too much expectations for things that can't even be cannon fodder.

The second day was the siege of the Count of Osoruny, this count watched the whole siege of the Earl of Kildel from a distance yesterday, and he had long been apprehensive about the sea of fire that burned until midnight, where did he dare to really send his own soldiers to attack the city, that is, let the archers shoot from afar, and the infantry took advantage of the situation to follow up, but before they entered the range of the city wall, and even before the defenders threw down the boiling oil, they had already run away, like a clown who played a burlesque, and had been frightened by the enemy.

"Soldiers! Did you see that? This is our enemy! Together cowards! A bunch of cowards! As soon as we drew our swords, they fled like tigers! In the face of such a coward, even if he has more people, will we be afraid? ”

"No—!!"

On a rare occasion, Douglas's commander immediately shouted like this to boost morale, and he said as he walked along the wall, several times in succession, so that all the soldiers could hear him, and the soldiers immediately began to laugh, indeed, how could such a timid commander, such a cowardly soldier, be our opponent?

But they don't understand that it's just an appetizer, and although it's not satisfying, when the main course comes up, no one cares about what the previous appetizer was.

The magic weapon of victory has been installed, and the technology that has been forgotten in the Middle Ages will once again prove to the world why it is called the first strong army!

On the third day, everyone felt different.

The first to take the field was still the super-pikemen, who marched in a tight queue, marching in a neat pace, as if they were strolling not on the outskirts of a battlefield with countless dead, until they reached a hundred and fifty paces from the city walls, and then they stopped and formed a defensive formation.

And then everybody was blindsided.

Big brother, what are you doing here? You're the besieger, not the defender! What's the use of your defensive formation? And you're still in a defensive formation so far away, you can't even shoot the enemy's bow and arrow at this distance!

Then the sword and shield soldiers, and the secret troops that they were tightly guarding in the middle, moved step by step, and finally kept up with the footsteps of the super-long pikemen.

Now, the magic weapon of victory can finally unveil its mystery and reveal its true face, which is an upgraded product of the crossbow, the ballista with the reputation of 'artillery of prehistoric times'!

Of course, although they all carry this cannon word, the ballista is definitely not comparable to the artillery, but even so, when you see the sharpened wooden arrow shaft up to two meters long, and the iron triangular arrow that exudes a cold light, when such a crossbow arrow shoots out like a cannon ejecting the chamber, are you afraid? I'll just ask you if you're afraid?

And the ballista is really not a high-tech, BC is already the standard configuration of the Roman army, and it is also one of the lost technologies of the Middle Ages, the blacksmith who the Earl of Xiao Tang spent a lot of money to buy, as well as the alchemists, by looking through the old paper piles, and wasting huge amounts of money and material resources for experiments, and finally succeeded in copying this weapon of mass destruction!

"Ballista ready—"

"Ballista ready—"

Layers of orders were passed down through the light cavalry, and Count Don raised his right hand high, and once this hand was waved, it was time for the ballista salvo!

"Shoot!"

"Shoot!"

Then he shot, he shot decisively, he shot with full impact, and the crossbow bolt mercilessly penetrated a thin layer of dirt - I mean the city wall, and then stabbed himself dead on the body of an unlucky man behind the wall, and even so, the impact of the crossbow bolt did not completely subside, and finally penetrated another layer of straw house before it was rooted in the ground.

"Save ...... Help me...... Please...... Help me......"

The vitality of people is very tenacious, at that time, the unlucky guy was pierced through the stomach and did not die, the whole person was scraped to the ground by the force of the crossbow arrow, I don't know if it was because he couldn't accept it for a while or for some reason, he didn't even find that his stomach had opened a big hole, lying on the ground and praying for someone to pull him.

But everyone else couldn't bear to turn back.

After all, anyone who saw him like this, with a big hole in his stomach and most of his intestines exposed and dragged on the ground, knew that even if Jesus himself came, he would definitely not survive.

Then this is just a small scene of the whole battlefield, Count Tang took out a total of fifty ballistas, that is, fifty crossbow arrows salvo, that is just a layer of mud - I mean the earthen wall, the psychological effect is far greater than the actual effect of the earthen wall, how can it be possible to block the crossbow bolts like cannonballs, regardless of casualties, on the spot in the city wall is fifty big holes were punched out - this is still the reason that Count Tang Xiao considered that this was the first actual battle, and did not know what the effect was.

If he had been a little more bold, and had pushed the army forward a little more, and then tied a thick long rope behind the crossbows, and pulled them out after the crossbows had been shot in, it would definitely be a pit to pull out the turnips with mud, and the whole wall would not last an hour!

At that time, the military writings of the Eastern Romans pointed out that the thickness of the city wall should be at least 4.62 meters to withstand the blows of ballistas. But even so, the defenders must use deep trenches and obstacles to isolate the enemy's ballistas from a distance of 150 meters, otherwise once they "fire ten thousand crossbows at the same time" at close range, even the gods will not be able to recover.

In fact, everyone is already stupid at this moment.

Including friendly troops and defenders, but friendly troops are stupid, although he is stupid, he is stupid, anyway, now there is Count Xiao Tang in front of him, he can be stupid for as long as he wants, but the defenders, every two minutes, there is another round of crossbow salvos, this stupid, but it is fatal!

"Protect the walls—"

The commander of the defenders shouted heartbreakingly, but halfway through the shouting, he was like a duck whose throat was pinched, protecting the city walls? How to protect the city wall? Do you want people to go up and make it a human shield?

"This, this, this...... How to be good! ”

At that time, the commander thought with grief and indignation, it was like two evenly matched Hercules fighting, and as a result, one suddenly pulled out a loaded submachine gun, and the safety had been unlocked! How else does this make people fight?

Coach, someone is hanging!

If the commander knew this concept, he probably wouldn't have hesitated to say it.

"Elder! What are we going to do! Give me a word! ”

At that time, although the commander was still stunned, but the god of death was not stunned, seeing the crossbow arrows rushing into the city one by one to harvest life, and most importantly, the city wall was crumbling, and immediately a soldier rushed up and asked the commander.

"I ...... We ......"

The commander opened his mouth, but he couldn't say a word, this kind of thing, this kind of weapon with great lethality, he had seen it for the first time, and for a while, he couldn't think of any good way.

"Elder, don't hesitate any longer! Life or death, we have to fight at least today! Even if we lose and die, we can say that we will die in glory in the future, and we will go to Valhalla for glory! ”

The arrogant words of this soldier resonated with many soldiers for a while, and they clenched their weapons one after another, waiting for the decision of their commander and their elders.

The elder looked at these soldiers who had made up their minds to die, and they were full of emotion for a while.

In terms of faith, he is different from these young people, he actually believes in Catholicism, not in the pagan gods of Northern Europe, and does not believe in the existence of any Valhalla, but if today is the time of death, then there is a feeling of dying together...... It's actually pretty good.

"Soldiers! Today is the day we die!

The enemy is strong, not because they are strong, but because of the strength of their weapons! We can't beat their powerful weapons, but can we just throw in the towel?

No! We can't!

Never forget, behind you is Douglas, behind you is your hometown, behind you are your parents, wives and children, behind you is everything to us! It's a place we must risk our lives to protect!

Soldiers! Let's move forward!

The enemy outnumbered us, the enemy outnumbered us, and the enemy outnumbered us, but we had to fight them to the death! Let them see what is called the courage of the Isle of Man! ”

The elder's speech was not so much a mobilization as a request for death, and everyone could hear the sadness in his words. However, even so, no one chose to quit as a deserter halfway.

"The walls have fallen! The walls are falling! ”

On the other side, Count Tang saw the collapsed city wall, and finally showed a satisfied smile, he waved his hand, originally planning to let the pikemen attack first.

However, he saw something incredible.

There were about 800 soldiers, some of whom were bleeding from a distance, some of whom were bleeding from a distance, and some of whom did not even have a full piece of leather armor, in fact, this was the norm in medieval armies, poorly equipped, untrained, and ready to collapse at the touch of a button, but the army in front of him was completely different from those of those.

There is a spirit in them, this kind of thing is always indescribable, but you can really feel that they have a spirit that is not afraid of life and death, they are neither afraid nor retreating, each of them stands straight like a benchmark, it looks like the super long spearmen of the little Count Tang.

"Brave...... But stupid, and meaningless. ”

It only took a few seconds for Count Tang to understand the thoughts of the army in front of him, begging for death, and before he died, he would also pull a cushion. There is no doubt that hand-to-hand combat with such an army will definitely greatly increase casualties, and the commander of any army would not want to fight such an army that seeks to the death.

However, the current era is no longer an era in which you can dominate the battlefield by virtue of personal bravery or without risking your life.

"Ballista, ready to shoot arrows, ballistas reorient, ready to attack, light cavalry to hunt down the remnants of the enemy......"

Count Don Jr. commanded to make such an arrangement, then hesitated, and finally ordered: "Remember, when they die, dig a grave for them, bury them together, and the tombstone will write that there was once an army, and they died in battle with honor."

And so, the battle was over.

PS: This chapter is 4,700 words, and it could have been used as two chapters, but every time I arrive at a war scene, I am reluctant to do it, so I must write it completely......